Zach shook his head as he wheeled the infant into the room, placing his crib beside Jenna’s bed. “He probably won’t make any noise. He’s breathing so there’s no obstruction. Though I don’t know what it is…”
He shrugged, wanting to change the subject to something less concerning. The male picked up the formula and bottles, dropping them on the bed. “There’s a kettle and a microwave in here.” He pointed to the bench off to his left. “This room is meant for post-maternity crud, so look around. There are diapers stocked in the cupboards too.”
With that, Zach slipped out of the room again. *”I’ll return shortly.”*